Fu Haoran has to admit that Genestealers believers are perfect tool people.
In just the past few days, neat rows of prefabricated houses have been erected in the once dilapidated shantytown areas.
They also spontaneously organize to maintain public order in the neighborhoods, and we no longer see the chaos of homeless people and rampant gangs like before.
The lifeless Lower Hive came to life completely.
"I didn't expect you to have some administrative abilities."
Lucifer didn't know when he appeared behind him, his tone was calm, but a glimmer of recognition flashed in his emerald eyes.
She didn't admit it with her mouth, but she had a new evaluation of her partner's ability in her heart.
Fu Haoran smiled when he heard this and calmly accepted this comment that was half ridicule and half recognition.
Of course, he did not say that this was copied from the "assignment" of Soviet Union during World War II.
"What are you going to do next?" Lucifer turned around and looked at him head-on, "Just use them as cannon fodder?"
Her idea is not wrong.
To the empire, Genestealer is an unstable heresy. It is thrown into the battlefield as a consumable with no harm at all.
What's more, these Genestealers are not afraid of death and are born to be the best death squads and the most qualified cannon fodder.
"No, that would be too wasteful." Fu Haoran shook his head, "What I want is never a one-time death squad, but a management and control system that can operate for a long time, continue to extract value, and firmly control risks."
"These Genestealers don't need to pay wages or pensions. They only need to take care of the food. So I have to use them as free labor first to complete the transformation of Lower Hive."
"Anyway, it's still nearly a year before Adeptus Arbites comes to collect Tithe. The old noble rebels also need time to prepare. We still have room for buffer."
Lucifer said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescence to his plan.
Fu Haoran turned around and asked, "Is Moria here?"
"Your little fangirl Xenomorph has been waiting outside for a long time."
Lucifer's fingertips flashed a faint Living Metal silver light, and his tone was still cold, but with a trace of imperceptible territorial possessiveness.
Fu Haoran didn't think much and raised his hand to call Moria in.
Three minutes later, the female bishop Genestealers Moria quickly walked into the office, her arms slightly folded in her large robe, her posture was extremely low, and she did not even dare to raise her head.
After more than a month of peaceful life, she completely let down her guard against this human being Intercessor.
In the past, the tribesmen hid in the tunnels, ate carrion and drank dirty water, guarding against Adeptus Arbites raids and Chaos Cult kidnappings every day.
Now I have a house to live in, clean water to drink, and enough energy bars, so I don't have to hide around. All these are given by Intercessor.
"Sir, are you looking for me?" Moria's voice was a little reserved.
"Two things." Fu Haoran pushed the two printed documents in front of her, "First, the <Hive City Standards for the Management of Protestant People> will be officially implemented from today."
This specification clearly states: Protestant subjects and citizens of the empire are all the Emperor believers and enjoy equal rights to reside and work. Governor's Office guarantees the basic survival needs of all people.
The big pie is enough to make all Genestealers put down their guard.
But the dark page of the document clearly lists three iron rules:
First, all members of the Genestealers ethnic group have settled in the Lower Hive southern industrial zone. No one is allowed to enter the Mid-Hive core area without official Governor's Office approval;
Second, all men of appropriate age, after completing the factory production quota every day, must participate in one hour of basic military training, which will be uniformly taught by the defense force;
Third, ethnic reproduction and personnel movement must be reported to Governor's Office in advance, and newborns will be registered, raised, and educated by Governor's Office.
It not only gave Genestealers the sweetness of survival, but also put shackles on them with rules, and quietly completed the military foundation.
Once a war breaks out, these people will immediately take up arms and go to the front line to act as line fillers.
Moria took the document and finished flipping through it. There was no resistance on his face, but he was full of gratitude.
For her and her tribe, these rules are not restrictions at all. Instead, they provide them with the guarantee of a stable life without any reason to refuse.
"The second thing." Fu Haoran raised his eyes and spoke calmly, "Select those with management experience from your tribe to form a labor supervision team, responsible for daily production and training management, and give separate management quotas every month."
This is the second-hand check and balance left by Fu Haoran.
Supporting the management within Genestealers and letting them manage their own people will not only reduce the management costs of the human defense team, but also create interest differentiation within Genestealers so that they will never unite to fight against Governor's Office.
When it is time to form a combat force, these people will be ready-made grassroots officers.
But in Moria's opinion, this is a huge amount of trust!
In the past, they could only sneak into the army and carefully disguise themselves.
Now, they can fight for their ideals and beliefs openly!
Moria knelt on one knee on the spot, put his arms on his chest, and his voice was trembling. "Thank you for your grace! My tribe and I will swear allegiance to you to the death!"
Fu Haoran shook his head and said, "You are wrong, this is not for me, it is for the great cause, for the common pursuit, for God-Emperor."
Also for my free labor and cannon fodder team that can be consumed at will in the future.
After sending Moria away, Fu Haoran had just sat down and took a drink of water. The guard outside the door quickly came in and reported, "Sir, monk Dantioch has arrived."
Fu Haoran immediately stood up and went out to greet him personally.
This Warsmith from Iron Warriors is the person he needs to win over the most right now.
Warsmith walked in, the eyepiece behind the cage mask flashing red, followed by two Iron Warriors veterans.
During this period, the Genestealers workers sent by Fu Haoran cleaned the mine he wanted, laid the foundation of the fortifications neatly, and even completed the details that were not considered in the drawings he drew according to his habits.
"Your people are doing a good job." Dantioch got straight to the point, "What do you want?"
[System prompt: Dantioch's current favorability is 70, which meets the basic completion conditions]
[Task reward: You can obtain benefits from Dantioch through negotiation]
[PS: Host, don't be stunned. Brother Tumu's favorability has been raised enough, so hurry up and collect the wool. There is no such shop after this village]
What? Not directly?!
Fu Haoran is a little dissatisfied, but it's normal to think about it. The world of reincarnation is not a game. The system only tells Reincarnator how to obtain hidden rewards, and will not give them directly.
Just like some of the previous equipment rewards, it only tells Fu Haoran where the secret is hidden, and Fu Haoran needs to get it by himself.
After figuring this out, Fu Haoran didn't beat around the bush. "Astartes reconstructive surgery."
Dantioch was silent for a moment, and the red light in the eyepiece flickered on and off.
The favorability is enough, but the rules are rules.
He shook his head and said in a stiff tone, "No, you are already past the optimal age of 16 for transformation. If an adult is forcibly implanted with Gene-seed, the probability of genetic collapse is more than 70%. It is impossible for me to perform this surgery on you."
Fu Haoran was relieved. The other party only said that the failure rate was high, not that it couldn't be done.
Fu Haoran was not surprised by this. He raised his hand and clicked on the encrypted communication record of the Star Language Station and pushed it in front of Dantioch.
"This is the news Astropath received not long ago. The Iron Warriors Legion sent an order, requiring us Hive City to serve as a logistics node to provide supplies for the new Great Crusade. We are also required to monitor your every move throughout the process and report your whereabouts regularly."
He paused and said the name that only Dantioch knew, "The person who signed the order is Barban Falk."
Dantioch's body suddenly froze.
Barban Falk, it is impossible for outsiders to know this name. The other party was his former adjutant, and now he has taken over his position.
He stared at the communication records for half a minute, then suddenly looked up at Fu Haoran, with suppressed anger in his voice. "Why do you want to help me?"
Fu Haoran decided to take a gamble.
He did not mention Horus Heresy, nor did he say that Iron Warriors would rebel. This news is still top secret, and traitors will not spread it everywhere.
Fu Haoran only said, "Because their ultimate goal is the sacred capital of mankind, Terra."
For the rest, he left it to Dantioch to figure out the rest.
Sure enough, Dantioch fell silent for an instant.
He and his father Primarch don't get along, but he knows Primarch's character and thoughts too well., But he knows Primarch's character and thoughts too well.
That battle changed Gene-Father's personality drastically, making him even more irritable and irritable.
With his increasingly twisted character, he would not be surprised if he did anything outrageous.
As for what he is going to Terra for, Dantioch doesn't know, but if Barban Falk really wants to come, he must prepare in advance.
In any case, the order issued by his former adjutant was a definite fact, and he had to prepare for the worst in advance.
The aging of his body and years of fighting have already smoothed the edges of Dantioch, making it rare for this steely straight man to adapt.
He sighed and said helplessly, "I only have a very small amount of Iron Warriors Gene-seed in my hand. I can't risk it for you."
Dantioch felt that his reason was enough to make Fu Haoran quit.
But when Fu Haoran heard it, I immediately became happy.
If you don't refuse, that's a good thing.
He directly took out three copies of Gene-seed that he had already prepared and placed them on the table.
"Gene-seed I have it, you don't need to worry about it."
Dantioch looked at the three copies of Gene-seed on the table, and his eyepiece almost stared. "Three copies? You want to make it for three people?"
"I, Ronan, and Tychus." Fu Haoran pointed at one of the Thousand Sons Gene-seed, "This is for Tychus."
Dantioch Everyone is feeling bad.
He looked at the Thousand Sons Gene-seed, and the tone of his voice changed. "You want to give a Ogryn, implant the Gene-seed of the Thousand Sons Legion?! The seed of the legion that values psychic talents and is the most knowledgeable?"
"Aren't you afraid that Thousand Sons Legion will come to trouble you if you find out?"
He has lived for almost five hundred years and has never seen anything so outrageous.
Dantioch just felt so tired and waved his hands, completely exhausted.
"Okay, I promise you, but you are past the best age. Even with my technical support, it will take at least 5 years to complete the entire process."
"We simply don't have that much time."
At this moment, Lucifer said, "Give me the technology and I can do the surgery."
Fu Haoran My scalp felt numb instantly.
Let an ex-Necrons, who has no regard for life, perform genetic modification surgery to disembowel himself?
Fu Haoran's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he winked frantically at Priest Kallen next to him, looking for help.
Priest Kallen's mechanical prosthetic eye flashed twice, and he lowered his head helplessly.
He is Tech-Priest, who is proficient in prosthetic implantation and mechanical modification, but knows nothing about biological genetic surgery and is really powerless.
Lucifer looked at Fu Haoran's resisting look, and raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He took a step forward and directly grabbed his collar, with a rare hint of "gentleness" in his tone:
"Before I fell silent, I had dissected countless living creatures." Her tone was as plain as if she was saying that the weather was nice today. "With our king-fearing technology, it is easier to stuff Astartes seeds into a mortal body than to repair a rusty Scarab."
"So, honey, you're not going to say no, are you?"
Fu Haoran looked at Phase Sword who was shining with a green light behind her, then looked at the undeniable look in her eyes, and finally nodded in humiliation.
However, in line with the principle that a dead Daoist friend should not die a poor Daoist, he immediately added, "If you want to do it, give it to Tychus first. He has been looking forward to this day for a long time and is very motivated."
At this moment, Tychus, who woke up, heard this sentence and jumped up on the spot:
"Fart! I didn't! I don't want to! I would rather go to the mine and work as a miner for three years than become Adeptus Astartes!"
Four or five Servitor nearby quickly stepped forward to refill the anesthetic to prevent the patient from breaking free.
Dantioch leaned against the wall, watching this outrageous scene, feeling pain in his head, and waved his hand. "Okay, I only provide technical support and organ culture, I am not responsible for the operation process, you can mess with it as much as you like."
Anyway, during the Great Crusade period, there were many incidents of various legions privately transforming mortals. The 30K empire was not so strict. If the sky fell, there would be tall men to hold it up.
When the matter came to an end, Fu Haoran just breathed a sigh of relief when JARVIS's projection popped up.
"Sir, your capital flow is about to be cut off."
Fu Haoran's brows frowned instantly. "Be specific."
"78% of the budget has been spent on the construction of the world's Yellowstone shipyards, including advance wages for shipyard technicians, resettlement fees for Amerikan shipbuilders, and domestic shipyard research and development cooperation funds, with a total consumption of US$830 million."
"The car manufacturer spent US$1.5 billion on research and development, the super factory cost US$1 billion, the shipyard construction cost US$100 million, and the employees..."
A dense financial statement popped up on JARVIS's projection, and the numbers were dazzlingly red. "Comprehensive assessment shows that your existing funds can support you for up to three months."
Fu Haoran rubbed his temples.
If I had known that shipbuilding was so expensive, I shouldn't have done this in the first place.
But then again, how can you build a ship that can run away without burning money?
"Hey, money is really not easy to spend. How can I cheat money?"